#androgynousarchfiend

The smell of hellfire was thick around the pale haired woman, and Diedrich new exactly what it meant. He kept himself purposefully from tensing up at her presence, continuing to wipe down the table in the bar as though he was none the wiser.

Clay really didn't want to go to work today. He could feel he was getting sick, and the idea of working just didn't seem to pleasing. 

Yah gotta go, may have gotten something new to go on. His familiar Terra, spoke, resting her head on his shoulder. 

"I know, I know," he sighed, adjusting the large platc bag the cut into his skin. "Things have been so boring though, and if I go to one job, it means I have to go to the other one."

Well I've told yah before to quit working at that demon daycare. Those kids won't stop pullin my fur!

"I will, just not now, not while I'm trying to save for-" 

For that stupid bike that's gonna give me a heart attack! Turning down an alley way, the two had made a short cut for the return home, it wasa bunch of back road that were rarely driven on.

"Come on Terra, I know you're gonna love ridding on that bike when I get it."

Mel was finally comming down after being high for more then an hour. A few naps between meeting, several hundred cups off coffee, a pee break here and their and she was feeling better. 

She had to work later at the bar, and though the RC and her employers didn't mind, the bar's manager sure did. 

Sitting outside a small cafe, the fire witch had pulled out a bunch of food she had bought and began to burn it with her small lighter. Sandwiches needed to be toasted and burritos needed to be burned. She was definetly having a case of the munchies after being high for a few hours.  

Eating as she went, Mel had began going over her next mission, only to jump in her chair when she founde out she was paired with Judas, something both exciting and terrifiying.